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It's the new Reddit drinking game -- every time you see a repost, you take a drink. Chug your glass if it's a repost of a Facebook status that's a repost of something that came from Reddit. I'm usually shitfaced by the third page...

Oh God, 20 years ago during the annual block party in my neighborhood, one of the neighbors had a cicada fly into her ear as she was sitting outside. She had to go to the hospital. It still gives me the chills.

I once had a beetle fly into my ear, and while it was too big to dislodge itself, it was small enough to crawl through my ear canal and start scraping against my eardrum trying to escape. Possibly the most intense pain I've ever felt, made worse by the knowledge that I can't reach my tormentor and the general Lovecraftian horror of having a bug trying to dig its way into my brain.

oh i knew immediately, and i was freaking out, i could hear that bastards wings flapping around in my ear but it was wayyy to deep to get out without a doctor, so we poured alcohol in my ear and it killed it immediately, btw im the roommate who's ear it was in.

Women frequently add personalizing details into stories that, while providing context, often do little to enhance narrative flow or the overall impact of the story. There's a reason Hemingway was a dude.